The sun drops beams, caused by downed rays, touch sways that are aimed at the dark ground, destroy displays; set as their visuals; pathway.
A light, a dawn's hark, is to us, a morning, puts on its bark, attacks cave's night, peels dark off the wall, melts hot away; dew in a park.
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good one Mr. I love your style. More grace to write.